Hi Lewmagoo! Just wondering, do you have any recs for some lewship fics? Or just which ships have most stuff for it? If it's no trouble! New to the fandom and it's hard to know where to look. Thank you! 😁
hi! lewships is a newer concept so there aren’t a ton of fics (yet) but here are a few faithful writers who are slowly but surely adding to the universe!
@hi-res-training-montage has a fantastic miles x ben series in progress, not to mention the fascinating ideas they are cooking up behind the scenes for other lewships! @randogirl234 also has a cool vampire rhett x miles series, plus a william x miles fic that gutted me. and @abbottsdarling has an a/b/o rhett/bob r/reader fic that’s to die for, plus some things exclusively featuring lewships planned for the future! and @solarsentry has some lewship fics floating around, a few of which feature multiple lew characters at once. not to mention they are responsible for almost all the official ship names the characters have now!
Hey - look at me doing stuff and keeping a schedule! This is for the fic rec week for the Lewship community.
So for today's rec, I wanted to recommend some drabbles people may have missed. So for this one, it's William x Miles's (Millshakers) two spicy drabbles from @lewmagoo! This is a pairing that we went a lil insane over earlier in the year and hopefully will make time for in the relatively near future for more. So the two are:
Miles 'praying' to William and William reciting the song of solomon during sex.
what you love about this story:
Because 1700s daddy kink fuckers! the language is so good and fragile, without drawing attention to itself. The tension between them in the first one is so hot, and so well built up. And Miles getting to be quite forward, taking what he wants and how it short circuits William's brain. And then having Miles showered in affection in the next one, that its so intense that it's emotional. just all the constant touches and the sweetness of them outside. They're a fun ship as they can be quite earnest with each other without it being OOC and Will just gives such different ship vibes than a lot of others, and it is really shown here. i need all the mythology/saints/fantasy au with these dudes i swear.
favorite line(s) from this story:
From the first story:
""dearest miles. i am just as much yours as you are mine," william breathes, lifting his hand, prepared to undo the button of his breeches, to allow miles to have him, all of him."
And second:
"miles sighs, hands sliding up to grip lightly at william's broad shoulders, concealing cords of muscle, built from years of working the land, axe wielding, backbreaking physical labour. but his hands, worn as they are, touch miles only with tenderness and adoration. never rough, never harsh."
Because it's just so invocative, and William's dichotomy of strength and tenderness so is well played <3
i heard you finished watching the testament of ann lee !!(and yeah, it’s really good i loved it!) and since I see some people shipping William and Miles, i’d like to propose the ship name of millshakers (because of miles miller and because William was a part of the shakers)!!
i sure did! millshakers is perfect. also makes me want a milkshake 😂 but anyway, millshakers is now their official tag! now it is time for me to brainrot about these two boys and cook up some angsty backstory
Okay, let's not waste time. Gather your mrryh with your spice for they have captivated each other's hearts with one glance of their eyes <3
William. Miles. Reciting the Song of Solomon during intimacy, either just one of them or both of them to each other. Let their left hand be under their head as their right hand embraces whom their soul loves! Let their figs ripen! Let them blow upon their gardens until their lips drip nectar and their heads are full of dew!
... Is this sexy anymore? Who knows! Just have at it.
by the light of the slowly rising sun, they worship one another.
hidden away in the forest, beneath the fir trees, bare as nature. laid upon a soft bed of moss, miles gazes up at the man hovering over him, his golden locks illuminated by the first rays of dawn, casting an angelic shimmer over the crown of his head. william smiles fondly, the corners of his eyes wrinkling, kindness set deep into the lines. this man of sorrow, of suffering, has finally found peace. his countenance glows with it. his lips are soft against miles heated flesh, kissing down the expanse of his neck, his collarbones, his chest.
as william speaks, uttering the ancient passage, his words are laced with conviction. "a bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts." a kiss is pressed right along the valley of miles' chest, before william kisses each dusky pink nipple. miles gasps softly, body arching into william's, tears gathering in his eyes. his hand lifts, tangling in those dark honeyed locks.
as william rises, he kisses miles' precious eyelashes, his eyebrows, his temples, he recites more of the beloved old passage. "behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes."
miles sighs, hands sliding up to grip lightly at william's broad shoulders, concealing cords of muscle, built from years of working the land, axe wielding, backbreaking physical labor. but his hands, worn as they are, touch miles only with tenderness and adoration. never rough, never harsh. after a life of great hardship, miles had given up on ever experiencing such gentleness and love. and yet, his precious william is here now, fingers brushing over the apples of his cheeks, running through the curls upon his head. "behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green. the beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir."
miles can't repress his emotion any longer. a sob spills from his mouth, tears slipping down the sides of his face. and william is there, kindness in his eyes as he ducks down, tongue pressing against the warmth of miles' cheek, tasting the salt of his tears. "sweet little dove," he whispers. body pressed to miles', heat mounting between them. "don't cry. i'm here."
"i-i know," miles whispers. "that's why i'm crying. you're here. singing the song of songs to me. how can i help but weep? you're everything i could ever need. i do not deserve you."
"hush." william kisses miles' soft, parted lips. "you deserve to be loved, to be worshiped." once again, scripture pours from william's mouth. "my beloved is mine, and i am his."
mine. not an expression of ownership, but of devotion. to be loved by william is to be adored without condition or pretense. "yours," miles whispers, as william's hips press against his, the evidence of their desire for one another too insistent and all-consuming to ignore. "i'm yours!"
their bodies join as one beneath the shade of the firs, souls melding together, hearts tied by an invisible string. pledging themselves to one another for all eternity. "let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits."
😇 i come to you, thinking about the molly house fic in all its glory
always! The tentative plan is Selkie done first, then 3 or so chapters of TAIM, and then Molly House. Below is literally all I have written for it but its two of the most enjoyable things i've ever done - i just adore them and it feels so fresh to write in this style. For those that don't know this is William x Miles, who survived TTOAL and was then were taken in and developed a relationship with Rhett, who was thrown into the hole in OR and landed in the past.
Will used to cross-dress in England in the old Molly Houses and this is the reveal of him to Rhett after Miles has got him ready for the first time. Then under the cut is the opening, but i'm fairly sure i've shared it in the past so it's here again as an extra :)
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William stepped out from behind the sheet that worked as a makeshift door, the former standing tall right behind him, looking somehow even more nervous yet still like a guard dog. He needn’t have worried. Rhett’s mother had bored him with stories of angels before she moved on to devils to scare him into upright Christian morality and poorly feigned belief. Turns out, all she had to do was show him these two men to believe. One now draped in the other’s loving, skilled handiwork. His locks were as free as they made their trapped cowboy feel, and as beautiful as the lips he so cruelly chewed in apprehension.
Thank whatever force was out there that his mother didn’t know what kind of lip service her son was now champing at the bit to pay. He held himself back just enough to thumb the crown of flowers that lay delicately in his hand. He walked slowly, as though approaching a timid stray, and yet as confidently as a groom walking down the aisle until he stood before William and gently placed the headdress on him like a coronation. His love bowed to meet him, and when he arose, tears of joy graced the heavens of his irises, twinkling like a million stars.
Rhett chewed on the inside of his cheek, like it was the thickest of tobacco. His voice rumbled with the power of a stormbound sky. “Brighter than diamonds…”
Miles softened. Offering a grateful nod, he hugged Will from behind and placed a tender kiss beneath his ear. “On our princess’s brow.”
Will held Miles's arms tight, and with his other hand, he brought Rhett to his mouth. His tears finally fell. And they kissed every one of them away.
Intro bit:
How long had it taken for him to bask in the glorious feel of late-spring wild grass once again?
For a time, it had been his most constant companion on the long walks between congregations. He would push forward with a prophet's fervour, trampling the shoots underneath his blistered feet. To him, they bowed to his holy mission, even as it simply swayed in simple harmony with the gentle breeze. Never a second thought was paid to it, other than as a landmark to find his way home.
And now, against his cooling, work-hardened skin, it felt like home itself. He didn’t live above the earth anymore, eyes always cast towards the sky, awaiting visions and miracles from heaven to keep his devotion true. Now he lived in step with the mud at his feet, finding miracles in tiny places he’d never even considered. The morning dew felt as purifying to his soul as a clear, running spring. The life-giving soil that stained his clothes but fed his family, granted them the good health that had once seemed impossible. And the blades of grass, made soft by the testing mouths of this year's lambs, cradled his beloved, the true miracle of his life, as though they were the Earth’s tiny fingers held up in worship. The land swaddled him in its embrace, as he in turn held William to his bosom as they lay entwined in the fields of their farmstead, waiting for their other great miracle to return to them. William had thought such peace lay only on the other side of the veil.
